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'" ,... - '" gO « ~ w Z W ...J (,) >(,) Wassamatter. didn't you ever see a Mas1erlink dressed in a bikini? This one was handing out finishing pins. make a buck. The Novices were quite a ways back, as might be expected, but fmt was Jack Orndoff, No. 743, on a Husky. First lightweight Novice was Doug Winchel/, No. 810, a Bultaco rider. In the Trailbike brigade, Terry Clark and Mitch Mayes staged a real race, staying within a few feet of one-another the entire 70 miles. Terry finally won it by a whisker. Both ride Harleys. The trailbike Novices had an easy time of it this Sunday. They only went one loop. The first three in were Bryan Bennett, No. 636, (Baja) Don Pollard, No. 105M (Hod) and Neil Christman, No. 616 (Hod). Technically it seemed to be a pretty good race. The marking was generally well done, although much of it was obscured by the dust. By the time the Novice pack got around, the lime looked like it was a month old. There were lots of Masterlinks out on the course flagging at road crossing and such. One was stationed at a bad ditch on a dirt road where he was really needed, because it was a strictly 5th-gear road. The trouble was by the time you could see the flagman in the dust, it was too late. Whomp! The area around Adelanto abounds in mineshafts and diggings so going off course wasn't recommended. But staying on course in that dust wasn't possible so lots of us played hide and seek with the cycle traps. I carne to one, a trench-like affair about 100 feet long, 15 feet deep and 20 feet wide. I still don't know what warned me, but at the last minute I shut off and locked both brakes, doing a beautiful locked-up slide right over the edge and right on to the top of a couple other bikes. I was the sixth arrival, so we had quite a tangle, but no one got hurt. Somebody has finally found an effective way to deal with pit racers, but I'm not sure the cure un't worse than the disease. Long about 1 am Sunday A very intent Lynn Wilson on the starting line. All silence'" were inspeeted by the Masterlinks and the tank eard was stamped "Silencer." morning while everyone was trying to go to sleep to the accompaniment of the ineviable ring-ding-ding of a couple clowns who were making 50 laps around the perimeter of the camp, there was a blast that lifted us about 3 inches out of the sack. Three minutes later there was another and then another. Then it got pretty quiet. Rumor around the next morning was that somebody had a few sticks of dynamite and was using it to discourage pit racing. Seems like a splendid idea. Not that we'd like to see anyone get killed, but if a couple of them could be knocked fiat once or twice, it would sure make a fme improvement in the camp atmosphere. But, then, I suppose we'd have to listen to joyful dynamiters all night long. (Results on page 28)